To be a victim of hatred and rejection, can feel like the resolute unwavering steps of approaching doom.
To be a victim of hatred and rejection, can feel like a soul tries hopelessly to cling to its original abode.
To be a victim of hatred and rejection, can feel like a soul thrown away from its true identity by an alienating blast.
To be a victim of hatred and rejection, can feel like a black vortex leads to a bottomless pit, grows wild, and asks for its due share of the damned soul.
To be a victim of hatred and rejection, can feel like the everlasting hellish dankness that would be the perpetual residency of the deplorable soul.
To be a victim of hatred and rejection, can feel like an eternity about to be spent in close proximity of an Abusive Mate.